|WOW, that's fast!|
Sunday I went in to work for a little while and they had a very large crane sitting in the middle of our snowy, ice covered parking lot, with a personnel cage attached. Next to the crane was a rented panel truck, filled with wires, and pieces and electronic looking stuff and two guys who looked very busy. It was very cold and there was a Chrysler Town and Country with the engine running, probably to keep the men warm. They would raise themselves up to the top of our building with the the WiFi tower, perform whatever magic is involved in activation and then move the whole mechanical operation to the next building and start over. Three people, three vehicles, a prime number cubed, it had to be a lucky sign. I approached the truck, told them I was there, asked them if my car was parked in a convenient place and walked away feeling smug.
It seemed to be an auspicious beginning to an wireless, electronic relationship. Until I thought about it, just a little. Why was this guy so keen to install this equipment on the weekend? Was he a little too happy to see me? Maybe this guy was not a Wireless Benefactor at all, maybe he was a James Bond Style Villain.
He wasn't carrying a Golden Gun, or a white, long haired cat, but that could have beenan Easter European accent. How many wires do you need for a " wireless network?" Who gives stuff away, when they could charge? Maybe that minivan said Kremlin, instead of Chrysler!
|Just what are you up to.|
In this community there are several important targets. White Castle, Wendy's and Donato's Pizza, all have headquarters here. It is the home of The Columbus Blue Jackets, the Columbus Clippers, and Channel 4 Chief Meteorologist Jym Ganahl (the only guy I know of in the Central Ohio with worse hair than mine, though, in fairness I have not completed my study of Obetz, so there is still hope for Jym, and me). Just what is the target?
Maybe this guy was installing some kind of diabolical laser cannon device on our roof to wipe out the supply of bags of sliders (delicious, little steamed hamburgers, and onions, almost bite size, a specialty of White Castle), right before the Holidays. Of course, I asked John (remember John, from earlier) about this.
"I thought of that," he said, reassuringly, "he won't attack us if we help him, and if a James Bond Style Hero shows up we have Plausible Deniability, we were just after a better internet experience. Everybody wants that." I was so proud of John I could have hugged him, but I am not sure he is not a KAOS agent bent on World Domination, they don't deserve hugs.